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The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.

Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.

The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the 'bowl'! '
Just as how skin protects the body's flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.

Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.

3-1-2000

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poem of dr. a.celestine raj manohar m.d.

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poems of dr. a.celestine raj manohar m.d.

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Sonnet: Beauty Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D., - Poem Hunter

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The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin; The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin; The beauty of things is seen when revealed; The beauty of unseen things is concealed. Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment; Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament; O Man!

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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

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A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) Poem by John Keats - Poem Hunter

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A Thing Of Beauty (Endymion) by John Keats. .A thing of beauty is a joy for ever Its lovliness increases it will never Pass into nothingness but still will keep A bower quiet for us and a sleep . Page

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Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth --
I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice
Of either sun or shade, and both are green --
A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice.

The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower
So like a little heaven with one star out;
I see an amber lake of buttercups,
And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about.

The old Oak tree looks now so green and young,
That even swallows perch awhile and sing:
This is that time of year, so sweet and warm,
When bats wait not for stars ere they take wing.

As long as I love Beauty I am young,
Am young or old as I love more or less;
When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale,
My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress.

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Seeking Beauty Poem by William Henry Davies - Poem Hunter

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Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth -- I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

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This painting fits into this poem, because it shows what the poem is about. This painting shows the paint covering her face because she does not want people to look at her beauty on her face but wants people to see that she has flaws.

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This painting fits in with the poem, because it shows that the land has to have some rain and thunder before it can become green and healthy.

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This painting fits with this poem, because it represents what the poem is telling and that is that beauty does not come from beautiful things, but by broken things that can be turned into something new but it is still the same as it was before.